This is a song about "Frosted flakes"

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I feel like i'm just lost n' tossin an turnin, frosted over still burnin'

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains